Wildfiring
Throwing up smoke
Coughing your drink
And we are wildfire in this two room apartment.
We take down the walls and put up the ash;
Cuts stinging in the smoke,
Lungs shrivel in our sea,
And who are we to please each other
When we are pleasure itself.
Love is loss,
Love is losing and winning,
You lose your lunch.
I lose my mind.
We've won.